Hi, I am Madhan here. I am a Bengalurean of 28 years of age, 6″ tall. You can reach me on my hangout/mail support@kissewasnaake.com and Telegram @msarsstr.
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You can read my story about an orthodox wife’s dangling mangalsutra.
This story is purely a work of fiction.
Coming to the story, the heroine is Geeta. Geeta is happily married and has an adult son. She is living a comfortable middle-aged housewives life. Geeta lived in a joint family with her loving in-laws in a posh locality with a peaceful environment.
Geeta is an essential part of the lives of every member of her house. She handled cooking, cleaning, washing clothes, caring for her aged in-laws, and many other household activities. On the other hand, her husband and son needed less support from Geeta.
She had just recently celebrated her 40th birthday. The night of her birthday, she started realizing lost thinking, how her life had disappeared behind like a race. She doesn’t remember having ‘time for herself’ after marriage.
Geeta could not sleep that night thinking how much she missed her youth and the life of her 30s. The next morning her sorrow disappeared after seeing her loving family. She went back to her routine life.
A few weeks later, Geeta felt warm and restless. She very badly longed for and craved sex.
What created this sudden awakening of lust/sex in her after years?
That day she was so desperate that she called her husband to come home early. Once home, she dressed hot and seduced her husband to fuck her madly. The surprised hubby banged her, but he was out in a few shots.
Geeta wants more. Her pussy needs to be pounded ruthlessly. When her hubby’s dick couldn’t go further, She made him finger fuck her. Her husband did try his best but couldn’t finger for her orgasm.
That night, Geeta could not sleep. The afternoon incident ran in a loop in her mind.
The incident which awoke Geeta’s lust/craving/unfulfilled:
Geeta is a pure buttery Milf with a milky fair body and hefty spongy assets. Her swinging boobs and shaky ass are a treat to watch. Being a woman, she always knew the lusty stares. But she never felt disturbed. She could easily ignore it, as this was normal.
The sensation was something different this time. There was a market a few kilometres from her home. Geeta always used to go to this market with neighbours to purchase vegetables.
It was a weekday, and Geeta and two other neighbour friends reached the market. The place was less crowded. A thrilling and nervy sensation when this young man stared at Geeta from head to toe with his popped-out eyes.
This man seemed to be in his early 30s, wearing a khaki and puffing a beedi in his mouth. These stares were normal for Geeta, But today she felt disturbed and excited. She felt bitchy, and the nerves of her pussy woke for a while.
He was leaning on the auto, standing with a small group of friends around him. Geeta’s face usually turns furious when she meets eyes with such men. Today losing herself, she blushed like a teen when her eyes met his. She quickly controlled her blush, turning her gaze away from him.
Quickly, she sees her friends ensuring they haven’t caught her. This Khaki man occupied her mind. Her eyes tried to see what he was seeing. Geeta enjoyed as this man continued to capture her from head to toe with lusty eyes.
Thinking slutty at that moment, she wondered which part of her body got longer stares from him. This is the first man. She continued to look. She noticed his eyes spending more time on her huge ass draped in the saree wrap. She walked slightly around the vegetable cart, shaking her ass cheeks.
She stood sideways, giving him more of what he liked. Geeta was tensed and shivering when this Khaki man started to walk towards the cart closer to her.
Geeta could make that this man was undressing her in his imagination. The tense feeling turned to disappointment. The man crossed a few centimetres away from her. She longed for his touch.
After the purchase, while leaving, Geeta controlled herself from seeing him. As the road was coming to an end with a turn ahead, she lost her control. She tilted her face, and her eyes scanned, searching for the Khaki driver.
She felt relieved when her eyes caught him. The Khaki man was rubbing his hairy chest with the top two buttons of his shirt open. She anticipated him to see her. But he looked away as she sadly turned away from the sight of the Khaki man.
That day she was madly horny for sex and left sleepless with the Khaki man in her thoughts. She might have slept soundly. She might not have had the repeat thoughts of the morning incident.
If her husband had fucked her. If her husband had loved her with kisses.If her husband did at least foreplay her sex-deprived body. If her husband licked her pussy.
She touched her body with the rusty driver in her mind with a snoring husband beside her. She slept very late.
The next morning, the sun was up. She woke hurriedly to prepare breakfast. While serving breakfast to her husband, her thoughts clung to the market. After busy morning hours, she sees her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes moved along the curves of her body, and a naughty smile crossed her cheeks.
Geeta checks the clock, gets a carry bag, and drives her car alone to the market. On arrival at the market, her eyes peeked at where that Khaki man stood. Her eyes scanned the market in search of him, but he was nowhere to be found.
Buying some vegetables, she drives home disappointed. That day went longer than usual, and she found no interest in doing anything. Usually, her market visits were once or, at maximum, twice a week. But here she was, ready to visit the market for the third day only to return disappointed.
Upon returning home on the third day, she decides not to go in search of that man the next day. After that, every day for the next 4 days, she controls herself from going to the market. The next day her neighbours call her to the market.
She wanted to deny it, but she agreed. She was feeling excited as she dressed. She hoped that the Khaki man should not be available when she was with her friends. Contrary to her hope, the Khaki man was standing in the same spot but with a cigarette in his mouth this time.
Upon seeing him, she felt delighted. She controls her excitement and happiness. She couldn’t resist herself as her eyes uncontrollably looked out at the man in khaki. He was puffing the cigarette with a glass of tea in his other hand. He had a thick dark moustache and beard.
His lips were covered with the long moustache hairs. He sipped the tea after a puff. The man catches her eyes. She quickly moves her gaze away and changes her facial expression to a serious one. She stops looking in the direction of the Khaki man.
She was startled like a teen. She knows that the Khaki man is staring at her. She consciously adjusts her saree pallu covering her bulky boobs intact. She stands in such a way that her body is on display for the man’s perverted eyes. After the purchase, she walks with her head up and a stern face.
She makes conversation and laughs, talking with her friend walking beside her on the side where the man stands. Geeta’s eyes uncontrollably look at him and lock with his deadly gaze. The man squints his eyes and drenches his lips by swiping the tongue over.
She instantly puts her head down and walks past him. She doesn’t look back and walks away. That night she was totally confused, not believing her acts.
She never felt this feeling in all her life. There were much smarter, stronger, and wealthier men behind her. She thinks this is wrong. She reduces the frequency and changes the time of the visit. She avoids this mistake by controlling her urges and the magnetic attraction of this rugged man.
What happens next? When did he enter her life again? How did she, mesmerized, follow him to a storage hut? How dirtily mercilessly she was banged?
To follow. Thank you, all kissewasnaake readers.
Next Part: Milf Geeta & the Rugged Rusty Auto-Driver – Part 2
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